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I Go To Work Lyrics

Artist: Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Album: Blaze Ya Dead Homie

What up y'all?This Jed ThumpmanLet me tell y'all a little storyAbout a muthafucka that I know named BlazeNow everytime we roll up a jointMuthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze BlazeMan fuck BlazeThis muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hoodTalkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big ballerI don't give a fuckDead muthafucka don't get no special treatment from meLook at Sarie's son little EricYou know that muthafucka down to wear a wheelchairI hate that muthafuckaAnd I don't show him no special treatmentSo Blaze can kiss my assI put in work for my hoodSo fuck a 9 to 5You can find me on the cornerHustlin' on the grindThey call me Mr. Lump LumpSo when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bumpThey come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream manChildren I'm sorry it's Blaze in the loony vanPlayin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ballSemi automatic with a clip for the lawAll I wanna do is make money and smokeFuck hella bitches, and slang my dopeThe law ain't good for a muthafuckin thangBut eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the wayI been gone for more than a day, and some things changedSome many died and some faded awayI represent the ghetto from Harlem to PinewoodI ride for the hood, I put it down for the hoodI put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my muthafuckas is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuckI put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my muthafuckas is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuckI've been dead to the world for the last 11 yearsMy body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my earStill gonna rock till the day I die againGet up back from the dead, and ryde againWalk again, talk thug shit, rightEmpty mack clips, rightKeep it old school, wanna see that bitch? Uh huhWhen it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's capsKillers, jerry curls, and baseball batsReady to die like everydayI put it down like a muthafucka, everydayI drink brew and smoke weed like, everydayAnd we all trying to get paid but anywayKillas don't talk, but this one doTalk you out your wallet let the 45 blast youTwice in the chest, once in the facePlus the extra heater on the safe side in caseYour bitch is wack well she can catch one tooCause if you're down with your hoodThen your hood down with youI put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my muthafuckas is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuckI put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my muthafuckas is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuckPsychopathic just like thugsWe ball, and we fightAnd just like the freaks I come out every nightHoldin' down the sidewalkStandin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalkSippin' on a cold ass 40 of OELive from the DET we OGPissy drunk always, we dead bumpin'Stay thug with the throw away in the trunkBitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapperBitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapterBitch you don't know me, don't approach meThinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homieG Blood imbedded in street blocksThat's why I put it down, and blast with many shotsBullet holes in my chest, it's all goodMan I even died for my hood, muthafuckaI put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my muthafuckas is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuckI put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my muthafuckas is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck